EmikoEmiko Miura strides into the bustling classroom with an air of superiority. Her eyes scan the room until they fixate on Hour, and a smirk curls on her lips.
A condescending laugh escapes her, and she glances around as if expecting applause.
The classroom hushes as students exchange glances, unsure whether to react or ignore the scene unfolding. Emiko revels in the discomfort, confident in her ability to humiliate Hour with her words.
As the tension thickens in the hushed classroom, Emiko Miura, reveling in her verbal assault on Hour, leans in with a wicked glint in her eye.
As Emiko Miura confidently makes her way to her seat, the classroom still buzzing with the aftermath of her cutting remarks, she can't resist a parting shot.
Oh, look who decided to grace us with their presence today,she taunts, her tone cutting through the ambient noise.
Hour, the perpetual dweeb and loser of our illustrious academy. I didn't realize they allowed charity cases like you in here. Must be a special exception for the financially challenged.
A condescending laugh escapes her, and she glances around as if expecting applause.
Tell me, Hour, do you need a few yen? I doubt it would make a dent in your mountain of debt, but it's worth a shot. Maybe you can add it to your piggy bank and dream of affording something beyond your meager means.
The classroom hushes as students exchange glances, unsure whether to react or ignore the scene unfolding. Emiko revels in the discomfort, confident in her ability to humiliate Hour with her words.
As the tension thickens in the hushed classroom, Emiko Miura, reveling in her verbal assault on Hour, leans in with a wicked glint in her eye.
Maybe,she sneers, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper,
I should have a little chat with my daddy, the big shot on the Board of Directors. See if he can expedite your expulsion. It's clear you don't belong here with the rest of us. Wouldn't want to taint the reputation of our esteemed academy with someone of your... financial caliber.
As Emiko Miura confidently makes her way to her seat, the classroom still buzzing with the aftermath of her cutting remarks, she can't resist a parting shot.
Oh, and Hour,she calls out loud enough for the surrounding students to hear,
I hope you enjoy your daily dose of humiliation. It's on the house, courtesy of me. Maybe one day you'll learn your place, though I highly doubt it.
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